Attack On Pranks: Chapter 1 (The First Task)

Attack on Pranks: Chapter 1 (The First Task)

                                                   The First Task

“May I be the first to welcome you into the Scouting Regiment!” Erwin smiled, opening his arms to the new recruits, Eren included, in the dining hall after his speech.

They cheered, letting out loud whoops and whistles, before the Commander finally calmed them down.

“Now, I know quite a few of you have heard from the Senior Officers that we have some hazing rituals, and I am here to confirm that we do not.” The teenagers let out a sigh of relief. “But,” Erwin’s eyes glinted mysteriously, and they began to grow nervous once more.

“Me and Hanji,” he indicated the crazy scientist next to him. “Do have a test for you.”

He let his words sink in as they began to whisper anxiously.

“Eren what does that mean?” Armin squeaked.

“I don’t know! They never told me anything!”

“But you’ve been here the longest!” Mikasa said.

“Yeah but-”

“Now I know you’re all wondering what this ‘test’ is going to be. Well, let’s just say that this is supposed to test your ability to escape almost certain death….” The blond man interrupted a slight grin gracing his face. Hanji looked ecstatic behind him, making Eren all the more nervous. She quickly opened the door, peeked out, and the shut it, giving Erwin a thumbs up.

“Uh oh,” Reiner muttered as Bertholdt visibly gulped.

“And now, your first task as new recruits is…...”

They all leaned forward in anticipation.

“To continuously knock on Corporal Levi’s door at 4:30 A.M. By the way, his door is right next to mine, with his name on it. Whoever gets caught will not get saved. Good luck.”

Since they were still very new, few of them had actually met the short man in person. Eren and Armin however, blanched while Mikasa smirked.

“Oh that doesn’t sound too bad!” Connie said happily.

“Yeah I thought he was going to make us jump in a lake tied to bricks or run naked in the forest or something stupid!” Jean laughed.

  “You fools!” Eren shouted, his green eyes blown wide and sweat streaming down his face. “You’ve never even met him! If only Commander Erwin gave us an easy task like that horse-face!”

“What’s the big deal Titan boy?” Ymir grumbled. “It could have been worse.”

“No it couldn’t! He’ll literally impale you with a mop or force-feed you cleaning fluid! You’ll all see for yourselves tonight!” Armin pulled Eren off the table.

“Commander Erwin’s still watching.” His friend whispered in his ear.

Erwin was doing his best not to burst out laughing while Hanji was rolling around on the ground, not even trying to hide her amusement. They have no idea what they’ve got into.

“So when should we meet up?” Sasha mumbled through a potato that she had snatched from the kitchen.

“How about at around 3:00 A.M. in the morning tonight, outside of the dining hall?” Marco asked.

Everybody agreed, and thus all the boys were dragged complaining out of their bunks. It was especially difficult to pull Eren and Armin out of bed, understandably after being kicked like 18 times in the face by the Captain, and watching it happen from the sidelines. Reiner and Jean had to pry Eren’s hands off the bedpost while Connie pulled his legs, though Armin was a bit weaker and more compliant, saving them a bit of trouble. Unfortunately, the moment they had pried the Titan-shifter off his bed he bolted for the door, but luckily tripped over Armin smashing his head into the floor and Reiner was able to tackle him to the ground.

The girls, on the other hand, didn’t seem to be having the same problem getting out of bed. They had never seen Mikasa so happy in their entire lives, it was almost creepy.

Quietly, all the new cadets tiptoed down the halls towards their meeting location. By the time they had all arrived, nearly an hour had passed.

“What the Hell took you guys so long?!” Ymir demanded angrily when the boys finally made it there.

Most of them just glared at Eren while he rubbed his head sheepishly.

“What? You’d be nervous too is Corporal Levi kicked you in the face like 500 times in front of a crowd!” He retorted.

“And now we can get revenge!” Mikasa said gleefully, a glint in her eye that pushed all the boys back a good five feet.

“Aside from that….” Christa tried to diverge the subject. “What’s the plan?”

“Well maybe we could go one by one and do it.” Bertholdt suggested.

“Will Commander Erwin actually be watching?”

“He said his room is right next to the Captain’s, so he will probably know whether or not we actually did it.”

“What’s the punishment for not doing it?” Eren asked.

“Are you scared Eren?” Jean taunted. “It’s just a little prank.”

If there was anything Eren hated, it was losing to that stupid horse. “Fine! I’ll do it!” He hissed.

“That’s the spirit! Now who’s going first and how are we going to do this?”

“Armin!” Someone shouted, and the blond-haired boy sighed.

“Why is it always me?”

“Because you’re smart that’s why! And least likely to screw this up! Now what should we do?”

“Okay fine. First we should find an order for who goes first and then determine hiding spots.”

“There’s plenty of rooms near his office, so it shouldn’t be a problem,” Mikasa added. “Let’s just see what happens.”

They watched the time ticking apprehensively until it was five minutes before the beginning of the operation. Jean had been elected to go first after a competitive game of rock-paper-scissors with Eren, to which he had obviously lost.

“Dammit why do I have to go first,” he grouched as he crept towards Levi’s closed door. Hopefully, he was asleep, but he never slept for more than three hours a night, which Jean didn’t know. Maybe that why he was a bit noisier than he should have been when approaching the door. The moment that he had gotten five feet away from the door Levi was instantly aware of somebody outside his room and pulled out his blades. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t asleep, it was just who had the balls to walk outside his room at 4:30 in the fucking morning.

Unbeknownst to them, Erwin and Hanji had their ears pressed up against the walls listening intently to the whole ordeal. Sucking up a breath and puffing out his chest, Jean looked at his friends hiding around the corner and then back at the door, finally raising a hand to knock. He rammed on the door like a madman for a couple of seconds and instantely sprinted off down the opposite hallway, which was just as well since Levi immediately slammed open the door and gave chase, still in his uniform and ODM gear. He looked even more terrifying as his black hair whipped across his face and his blades flashed like deadly shards of ice in the moonlight. If Titans could shit themselves, then they would probably all get severe diarrhea when they saw Lance Corporal Levi charging at them.

“Get back here you shitty brat!” He screeched as he moved at such a pace that a man of his stature should never be able to obtain. Levi nearly flew down the halls after the terrified cadet, who was shrieking so loud that a few of the sleepy and disoriented officers poked their heads out to complain.

“THEY MADE MEEEE!” They heard him shout as their footsteps began to fade. Then there was only silence.

“Hey do you thin-”

A high-pitched scream cut through the air. “PLEASE DON’T KILL ME! NONONONONONO….”

A loud crash and clanging were soon heard afterward followed by a loud thudding noise which could only be Jean.

“I’LL TEACH YOU FUCKING IDIOTS TO PLAY A PRANK ON ME AT 4:30 IN THE MORNING YOU BITCH-ASS LITTLE MOTHERFUCKERS-” They all shrank back in terror as they heard the small yet furious man rant like a banshee on crack.

Oh shit, Eren thought as the dread in his stomach crystalized into a hard ball of fear and suspense. I’m next.

When you’re looking through PSAT memes and realize you got more questions wrong in one day than the amount of cheese Wisconsin makes in one year.

Sorry for the long wait guys the next chapter is done and will be up by this weekend. I’ve been really busy with school but I’ve planned out the next few chapters. Thanks for waiting!

Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 13: The Wolf)

Dappled sunlight streamed through the golden treetops to heat the forest floor with its warmth as you ambled slowly through the colorful undergrowth, content to just enjoy the peace for once. You followed the dirt path that wound between the ancient trees, drifting farther and farther away from your cabin, and closer and closer to the rest of civilization. Summer was finally being chased away by the approaching chill of Winter, which meant that hunting season was beginning to draw to a close. You tried to avoid any hunters or others whenever possible, though still inevitably sometimes you would accidentally run into one or another every once in a while. The last thing you needed was for one of them to get suspicious and start investigating your past and uncovering your immortality and whatnot.

No, it was safer just to stay in solitude despite the occasional loneliness. Still stuck in your thoughts, you began to drift off the trodden road and into deeper woods, before a sudden high-pitched bark snapped you back into reality. It was barely audible to normal human senses making you believe that you had imagined it at first. Then it sounded again, somehow even weaker than before. It sounded like some sort of distressed animal, though you couldn’t identify what.

Cautiously, you followed the broken whines to a large, half-buried boulder, which seemed to be hiding the source of the sound from your view. The whimpers stopped.

You held your breath, standing as still as you could behind a poplar tree, waiting for another cry. Instead, you could hear a crunch and then the grisly sound of ripping immediately followed muffled snarling. Gradually, you made your way to the boulder and climbed up, peeking your head over to stare at the sight below.

It took all your willpower to not vomit right there and then, as you took in the gruesome scene in front of you. Blood pooled around its body, splattering the bushes nearby and coating its fur. You assumed it to be a wolf, judging by its thick, gray coat and its long snout, which was currently buried in its skinny foreleg. It might’ve been trapped there for days by the looks of it. Its ribs were heavily sunken in and the fur was matted and dirty, probably harboring hundreds of ticks. Pink foam dribbled from the corner of its lips and filthy pus crusted around its dull, yellow eyes. When you craned your neck, you could see that its paw was clamped within a large bear trap, holding it fast. As you watched in dismay, it savagely thrashed its head about with its fractured leg in between its stained teeth, severing the tough tendons and letting out another red spray. The trapped beast let out a howl but continued, nearly all the way through the bone. Fur and flesh tore like paper, and you shuddered in sympathy as it persevered through the agony.

With a burst of effort, the last third of its leg detached and it was free, leaving a bloody, mangled paw in the trap. The poor canine lay there panting for a couple minutes, before struggling onto its three shaking legs. It hobbled away, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

The wolf was free, but at what cost?

Three days later you found the carcass, its eyes blank and lifeless, chunks of its own decomposing flesh still lodged in its teeth. Maggots squirmed and writhed in the stump of its leg, and the flanks of the fallen beast were caved in and rotting. The entire thing stunk like Hell and it was terribly shriveled, but you swallowed your disgust and managed to bury it within a day.

The wolf was gone, but the encounter would be branded into your mind forever. Just like you to the cave if you didn't act.

Growling, you shoved the memory away and tugged at your chains, as if testing to see if it all really wasn’t just a twisted nightmare. How you hoped you would wake up and find yourself curled up next to Black, with his arm around your shoulder and his warm body pressed against yours.

But there was no point in brooding over what could have been. You knew what you needed to do if you ever wanted to see him again. And you didn’t have much time before the waves reached the opening of the cave, so it was now or never.

Adrenaline fueled your body and you searched frantically for a sharp rock. You prayed that your limbs would grow back since your body was always restored back to its original form, but there was no guarantee. But a few limbs were a worthy sacrifice just to be with a God wasn’t it?

A razor-sharp rock was lodged a little farther up ahead, and you strained to reach it. Your fingers brushed against the edge, the cuffs digging painfully into your wrists but with a push, you were able to grab it out of the damp sand at the cost of a little skin from where the enchanted metal dug into your flesh. There was much more to come.

Shuddering in trepidation, you raised a shaking hand poised to strike, directly above your left ankle. Your lips trembled, and your entire body quaked, a sudden tide of nausea flooding through your entire body.

You can do this Y/n, come on! You’ve felt and done worse.

You screwed your eyes shut, willing your hand to fall but it seemed to be made out of rock, and you couldn’t bring it down. Sweat and tears slid down your face and suddenly the air was so much hotter, almost stifling despite the coolness of the cave. Was this what Hell felt like?

Through your closed eyes, his face suddenly floated into view, those vivid obsidian eyes and the wild, spiky hair. It was the time after your confession, and it still shocked you just how handsome he really was. Black had been smiling, not one of his creepy, sadistic smiles, but a genuine one, flashing pearly-white teeth and his eyes crinkling around the corners. You remembered the feeling of the soft sheets against your skin and the touch of his calloused hands, and just how utterly perfect the world had felt at that moment.

That was the final straw as you opened your eyes and brought down the rock. Excruciating pain exploded upon contact, warm liquid trickling down your leg and splashing your cheek. Gritting your teeth, you brought it down again and again, and somewhere in between the torment, you began screaming. The skin and flesh split easily, but the bone was much more difficult. It took around seven strikes with all your remaining strength to reach the marrow, and by then the sand was stained maroon, and your hands were slippery. Letting out another wail you drove on, until what seemed like hours the last thread of skin was finally separated.

Huffing with tears streaming down your face, you sobbed so hard that your chest felt like it was being slowly compressed by a heavy slab of stone.

“B-black…” you whimpered, knowing no one was there. How could you leave me like this? Where are you?

You had but a moment to rest before the dreaded waves forced you to continue on with the amputation. The second leg was very similar to the first, though considerably slower as the adrenaline leaked out of your body and tiredness began to worm its way into your head. You were already hazy with blood loss and you thought you would pass out from the pain, but you didn’t. After that was done, your two arms were the only thing still bound.

Trembling, you set your arm on the ground and began hacking away a couple inches away from the manacle, your accuracy a lot worse than when you had started. Occasionally the rock would miss and glance of the chain or hit some other part of your arm, and the blows wouldn’t cut as deep since you only had the power of one arm, unlike before. But despite that, you kept going until your severed hand thudded into the sand. At last, you were almost free.

Now only one arm remained. You dropped the rock as you brought your last limb to your mouth, and scrunching your eyes shut you bit down as hard as you could, slicing through the skin and lodging into the bone. Then again and again, until you bit through half of it and moved onto the rest. By then, your mind was roiling with agony and exhaustion, wishing desperately for it to be over. Black and red swam in an out of your vision. But mercifully, after a couple more bites the hand and chain thumped onto the sand, and you collapsed on your side, panting like a dog. I did it, Black.

Water trickled in through the cave opening, seeping through your h/c hair, reminding you of what was to come. You weren’t safe yet and had no intention of drowning again, not after all you had just sacrificed.

You crawled on all fours, horribly slow as you dragged yourself through the sand, which was rapidly softening because of the sea water. It stung like a bitch as the flow increased and trickled into your wounds, but there was no time and no other way. You could already see the shining stars and smell the fresh air as you approached your freedom, and tears of relief and happiness mingled with anguish and despair slid down your cheeks.

Letting out a loud gasp your head made it out of the opening of the cave, the water now up to your neck. Free! I’m free!

Using the last bit of your energy to climb a few feet further onto higher grounds, the dreams overtook you and swept you away, into a land where there was no more pain.

Goku Black x Reader: Forbidden Fruit (Chapter 4: Cat out of the Bag)

Your first instinct was to run, but you couldn’t even if you wanted to. Your feet felt like cement, and you were certain that your heart had just stopped beating for a couple of seconds. Black stared at you with those dark obsidian eyes, and for once you wished that he could just kill you. You were almost certain that whatever they were going to do with you was worse than death, and glancing at Zamasu’s heartless eyes definitely did not reassure you.

Why couldn’t have I just stayed away?

You blinked, and the new god had disappeared. You could feel a whoosh of air behind you and you didn’t even have time to turn around when you felt someone grab the back of your coat. It was Zamasu. He moved his hand up to the back of your neck in a vice grip that had black spots swimming in your vision, and suddenly your feet weren’t touching the ground anymore. The wind whipped against your face as he brought you to Black. You didn’t even have a chance to be scared before he released you, about seven feet above the ground and you land in a whimpering heap in front of Goku Black, who stared down at you impassively. A foot was planted in your back that had you gasping for air, and you could hear Zamasu’s low rumble.

“So Black, is this the mortal you had been going on about?”

Black fought back the heat creeping up his neck; Zamasu had always been so blunt. But since when had he cared? Now, apparently. Irritation boiled in the pit of his stomach as contemplated what his stolen body was doing to him. Damn Son Goku! It was supposed to make me stronger, not weaker!

His partner raised an elegant white eyebrow at him.

“Of course, that’s her.”

You whined as the pressure increased before it was suddenly gone, and you felt rough hands manhandle you into a standing position. You never really realized how tall the alien was until you were standing in front of him. Zamasu grabbed your jaw and pressed the sides of your jaw until they open while you tried to shrink back, and he peered inside like a dentist studying a patient. Once he was thoroughly satisfied with his examination, he grasped your hand and looked at it, before critically inspecting the rest of your body. Everywhere his fingers touched bruises followed in their wake. It felt like you were on the verge of a mental breakdown.

He came up with a frown. “There’s nothing special about her other than some extra muscle, though her chi does feel a bit different.”

You hadn’t said a single word through the whole ordeal, and you prayed that Trunks had made it back to safety. You had never met Zamasu before and you didn’t want to set him off by accident, having seen the way Black would randomly go berserk in a fit of violence.

“Well?” The question caught you off guard. “What’s so special about you? Why would my other half be so obsessed with an ant like you?” Zamasu didn’t look like he was about to attack you, at least not at that moment, but you were still too scared to answer.

A sudden agonizing blow stung your cheek, so hard that it forced a couple drops of salty tears out of your eyes, and you dropped like a rock onto the ground. You’d be lucky if you didn’t get whiplash later. He proceeded to slam his heel into your ribs and there was an echoing snap, agony exploding in your flesh like fire. Yep, he was just like Black. Shit.

“When I ask you a question you answer, you filthy mortal!” You lay on the ground shivering in dread, suppressing your sobs as you cradled your cheek. Maybe if it was only Goku Black then you would at least attempt to escape or fight your way out, but with Zamasu there too then would be no escape. You hadn’t been eating or sleeping well for nearly a month, which lowered your chances even further. Whatever spell Black had put on you that day was slowly killing you, tearing away at your mind and body.

How much worse could it possibly get?

“Wait a second,” Black interjected. “She’s human. I nearly destroyed her last time I saw her a little less than a month ago, how is she even here?” Had I really not noticed anything after nearly a month?

“And? You just realized this?” Zamasu exclaimed, staring at him incredulously. “What, does she have accelerated healing or something? A month is a really long time to heal from a couple of broken bones compared to some of the warriors I’ve seen, but then her species is much weaker.”

Oh please no this is not happening right now. You were beginning to panic just listening to their conversation. If anyone could recognize an immortal, it would be a God. It would only be a matter of time before they pieced it all together. Unfurling from your fetal position, you tried to crawl away slowly, hoping that they wouldn’t notice even though you knew that would probably wouldn’t happen in a million years. Black stopped bickering and glanced down at you, planting a boot on your ankle to halt your meager attempt at a getaway. Hey, it was worth a try if they were going to torture you all the way to Hell.

He stared at your back for a hard second. “I swore I should have killed you. I’m pretty sure I broke your back and punctured a lung.” He still didn’t have perfect control over Goku’s body, and often times he forgot what it could do. Sometimes he would grab someone and they would drop dead in his hands, and he wouldn’t even notice until he looked down and saw their cloudy eyes and jutting bones. It was a real nuisance sometimes. Black had lost count of the number of glass cups he had crushed back at the cabin.

“How is she still alive then?” Zamasu demanded, kicking you hard in the hip, forcing a cry out of your bleeding mouth. He seized your hair pulling up as you tried to resist, and you fell flat on your face as he unexpectedly let go. A blue blur flew past you vision tackling Zamasu, shouting your name.

“Y/N go! I’ll hold them off!” It was Trunks. You scrambled up, torn between fleeing for your life or to stay and fight. “GO!” He urged as Black joined the brawl. They had forgotten about you momentarily, and you could see the forest a couple meters away. You could make it if you ran. But the few seconds that you had spent contemplating were completely wasted as tragedy struck your friend.

A grisly ripping and squelching sound caught your attention, and you paled in dismay as you saw a colorful energy sword protruding from your friend’s back. Crimson streams of liquid stained his blue jacket as Black wrenched out his arm, grinning like a madman. Bile rose up into your throat as you watched the Saiyan fall onto the ground, immobile. A soft poof of dust rose up as his body made contact with the dirty concrete, and you could already see the tears running down Mai’s face if Trunks died. Then it would all be for nothing.

“It seems that your time is finally up, hero. It was fun while it lasted, but now it’s time to say goodnight,” Black announced victoriously, a murderous glint in his eye.

You rushed towards them without thinking, using the last bit of your strength to propel your forward. Time seemed to slow as Black raised his hand once again, preparing to land the final strike.

But it never landed. At least, not on the intended target. You didn’t know what was happening until you saw his onyx eyes widen in bewilderment and terror. The pain didn’t hit you at first and you looked down in confusion, and it came full force like a massive truck. His hand had gone straight through your heart and out the other side, blood gushing out of your body like a fountain. Black frantically stepped back removing his arm, and you fell forward against him, his terrified face the last thing you saw before darkness swamped your vision.

I’m so sorry!!!!

The next chapter of Forbidden Fruit is done and will be out during Spring Break, and the one after that is in production. I’m so sorry for the three-month wait since school has been so busy. I’ll try to get as much done as possible during the break. I promise I haven’t forgotten about the story. 😞